Randy: Here comes Mom.
[Brad takes the thermometer out of Jill's coffee and puts it in his mouth]
Brad: Aaargh!
Jill: What's wrong?
Brad: My tongue hurts.
Jill: Oh, God, I hope you don't have strep throat. I have to go to work today. [Brad runs his tongue under the tap] 108. I don't know whether to put you to bed or baste you. What's goin' on at school?
Brad: Nothing. I love school.
Jill: Well, that's good. Then you won't mind going. Get going. Get ready.
Brad: Oh, man!